King Torrhen and the War for Westeros

by bigblue2289

Sequel to Rise of King Torrhen Stark and starts in 301 AC. This will follow the events of the previous book starting the War of the Four Kings. Robert v. Aegon v. Torrhen v. Balon. Who will rule? Who will fall? And what off the undead? Enjoy this game of cyvasse.

2. Chapter 2

The feeling once again pricked at his head as if the miners of Lannisport were looking for the gold they coveted so much. Branston Cuy was not a young man, nor was he foolish, still he doubted his every sense in his head allowing the elite warriors to ride off and fight with Ser Loras Tyrell. The young man who proudly wore his purple cloak in honor of Renly assured him he would see his men again once they were staging for the naval assault on Dorne, he could only pray the Redwyne ships would be in their port soon. The calm before a war was a feeling that made the most foolish of warriors excited and the wisest of men nervous.

Once again the aging lord of Sunhouse which sat just east of the Arbor looked at the missive sent by his daughter Gwynevere yet again pleading with him to kneel before King Torrhen like she and her husband Ryon Boldfox did. Before the events of Oldstown along with Hornhill he would have stamped his foot a firm no, now doubt crept in.

The news just came of the tragedy committed by his own son on the family of Randyll Tarly but an even bigger disaster was the mishap of Oldstown. The Redwyne navy under the command of Paxter and the ground forces led by the combined command of his twin sons had attempted with some Tyrell forces to take Oldstown by force capturing the harbored navy and many political prisoners.

Sadly they underestimated the readiness of the old lord of Hightower. The only highborn prisoners captured was Gunthar Hightower tricked by his own wife Jeyne Fossoway to take another exit. Following his wife he walked right into a trap set by Horas Redwyne. Horas went to break the promise made to Jeyne sparing Gunthar, Horas payed for this treachery by the thrusted blade of Jeyne through his heart once the redhead twin got close. Horas' men went to kill them both but Paxter's captains swept the now prisoners way off King's Landing before Horas' men could find retribution.

Both husband and wife were now headed to King's Landing to find a home in the Black Cells.

The only other Hightower they captured was Leyton's sixth oldest child and fourth daughter, Denyse when her husband Ser Desmond Redwyne saw his family's sails gave his wife a glass of Milk of the Poppy putting her to sleep. Much to her and his dismay Tyrell forces still raped Denyse for refusing to kneel to the rule of Baratheon and slit her throat nearly killing Denyse. Paxter losing his spine before Tyrell forces did nothing angering his nephew Desmond who disappeared on a Redwyne ship with a freed Denyse with a bandage on her neck. Desmond had instruct his men to slaughter his uncle's warriors taking the ship for their own. Word was they were already near Starfell.

The biggest blow though came when Hobber the elder twin went to secure all the docked ships they had been lined with dragon fire lighting the whole of the docks aflame, all 400 ships, and Hobber with his 1,500 men. Now word was they had no prisoners besides Randyll's sister, Mace was in the Black Cells, and Garlan now commanded the Reach forces. The old man could only ponder how life could get even worse. Even his brother James was on the docks leading 100 of their elite warriors before they were burned alive.

Feeling the pain finally go away and the poppy starting to act as it should his eyes started to drift close. Sleep almost found the elder lord until a noise he had not heard for nearly 20 years; the invasion bell. Fighting the poppy he lept to his feet and secured his sword around his waist running out of the small solar. He passed many warriors already being organized by his heir and second eldest Horace in the great hall.

"We have ships that spotted the sails of Dayne, the Bloody Skulls, and Glover. Some 200 ships are headed towards our docks but another 500 are headed at the Arbor. With only a third of their forces the Arbor it will fall father. We must fight, surrender, or flee." The 35 year old urged as his 24 year old brother Duncan was yelling at a warrior wanting to surrender.

"With your brother Emmon as a member of the Rainbow Guard, Jaxson a maester of Highgarden, and the events of Oldstown and Hornhill we will not see friends in surrender. See if we can fight and win, if not Duncan will flee with your mother and the ladies. We will stay with the old warriors and provide them cover."

"Father.." Horace started but was stopped by the smile of his father.

"I am an old man who fought nobly in many wars. Perhaps my friendship with Rhaegar will earn me some favors. Now send out the scouts."

Branston did not wait for his sons retort though. Marching passing a few men he served in the rebellion with he came to the sight of his wife surrounded by all the highborn ladies. Aymee sat with her lady in wait Lina Redwyne who had just been assigned to her not one moon prior. Along with her was Allyson Norcross who was the only daughter of Ser Renly Norcross. The 17 year old who had grown a very sheltered life shivered unable to drink her poppy.

Aymee with all her ladies around her panicked looked as if she was as calm as the waves on a windless morning.

"Dear you must prepare to flee if need be. Lina will you be a brave little girl?" He asked kneeling down to eye level with the slightly shaken ten year old.

"Yes Lord Cuy, my sister wrote me saying she would not let anything happen to me and I need to meet my new nephew LittleJon. Are the bad guys headed towards my home my lord?" The little redhead asked who still had been kept in the dark about the deaths of her elder twin brothers.

Behind him Duncan was standing with a serious face. Turning around Branston nodded for him to report.

"The Bloody Skulls have just broken through the Arbor's blockade and we can see fires from the island already. Our fleet is not handling the enemy so well either, they have already captured 50 ships and sunk another 100. We have cravens sailing north abandoning the protection of our home, the banner of Dayne gives chase to them. It seems Lord Mace Redding leads the cowards and now our coast is open. Shall I take mother and the ladies through the tunnels from your solar?"

Branston listened to this chewing his lip before looking at his wife who sadly nodded.

"Aye, me and Horace will give you time to flee. Leave immediately son and take them to King's Landing. Myr if you have to from there but keep our family safe."

With father and son exchanging a hug but Duncan holding it longer he swore he saw a look of guilt cross his face for a quick second. Pushing his thoughts out they went their separate ways. Marching with his men to the bailey he saw his son organizing the captains who were ready to defend the city to the death. Opening the large gates the men numbering some 2,000 mainly of green warriors marched the streets to the docks where the fallen flags of Cuy were already on the ground from the scorpion attack. Many layed dead around them from those trampled trying to get out of the town.

Looking at the docks the Cuy ships laid broken by the large bolts or the sails were ablaze by fire arrows not allowing them to take off. Pulling past the ruined ships that were once their defenses the sails of Dayne waved proudly into the wind. Getting ready to order his men to attack the ship with their own flame arrows the order was distracted by the marching of heavily armored men walking along the stonewall. Emerging past the wall was a man in heavy armor carrying the giant of House Umber.

This distracted them enough for three or four more ships to land safely as House Umber lined up on the street facing them. Branston and Duncan gripped their swords and almost drew them when the front line of large shields split creating a pathway for three people high on horseback to ride through.

The woman on the right with heavy armor and the ugliest face he had ever seen carried a white flag of truce with her muscular arm. Her back remained straight back displaying the giant of Umber. On the otherside was a large man who looked near 40s with a heavy beard and solemn eyes bearing the fist of Glover. Finally was a young man no more than 20 with white hair and a handsome face on tan skin. Duncan recognized this man immediately as the lord to Starfell and cousin to Bran Stark; Lord Edric Dayne.

Reluctantly high on their horse Duncan and Branston walked to the center with Duncan's good brother and leader of his archers pointing an arrow at the ugly female.

"It is always nice to see a familiar face Duncan. First we were trading partners now enemies, throw your blade down and we can be allies once again." Edric said as the woman eyed the arrow being aimed at her. Doland now shivered seeing the sneer of the woman looking his way.

"I am Lord Edric Dayne and to the right of me is future Lord Ethan Glover. Apparently King Torrhen seeks to reward the man for his loyalty to his father and uncle during the rebellion. About time I say." He says slapping the man who rode south with Brandon on that fateful trip to King's Landing and with Eddard to the Tower of Joy.

Ethan said nothing but stared at the father and son.

"And the lovely lady to his right is heir to the Last Hearth, Lyanna Umber. She is as deadly as she is beautiful. I assure you making love with a warrior like her is a privilege."

Lyanna was seen rolling her eyes after sending the young lord a glare.

"You jest like this is a game young man. I have lost men I knew personally just like you will, do not insult their memory by your jokes. Now what do you have to say Lord Edric?" Branston challenged tiring of the games. The ever placid and carefree face of Edric now hardened looking at the old man across from him.

"I saw my aunt raped by our own dornishmen during Quentyn's rebellion and just found out my cousin Doran was murdered in Dragonstone while Bran is still critical. Do not tell me about this being a joke. It was not a joke when Lady Mina Tyrell sent her twin sons to Harrenhal to announce the disowning of Desmera out of the Redwyne family to the whole of court either, something about her being a traitorous whore. I assure you I find none of this funny. Throw your blade down, surrender Sunhouse to us, and give us Lina Redwyne. If these conditions are met you will not be breaking rocks in Ghaston Grey till the war is at an end."

"Why Lina? What could you want with a little girl of ten? I knew you dornish were perverts but…" Duncan started but was interrupted by the yell of Ethan.

"Was it not your son that led the attack and rape on Lord Tarly's sister? I assure you your son Emmon will receive his justice but you will receive no better deal for you and your sons. And as to Lina, Desmera misses her sister dearly and wants her safe from the war. Now throw down your blades at terms of surrender or we will acknowledge any other act as a terms of refusal." The edge in Ethan's voice even shocked Branston.

"Let us speak with our captains Lord Ethan." Branston negotiated and Ethan nodded not fully trusting the lord.

Making it back to the lines three or four captains all circled their lord.

"We left your sisters a couple hours ago and this battle would not last 15 minutes when comparing our strength. Hopefully we can stall longer though and the breaching of the castle will last near a day. Are you ready to die today Duncan?"

Son looked back towards his father with sad eyes and nodded missing his elder twin sister who had married the fox lord over Lord Jon Fossoway. Walking his horse slightly in front of the line Duncan drew his blade raising it high causing his men to cheer announcing the rejected terms of peace.

The battle did last longer, not my much. 25 minutes later Branston had his non dominant arm taken off at the elbow by Edric who moved much more gracefully than Duncan would have thought. About that same time Duncan was in an intense battle with the heir to the Last Hearth. Lyanna even with her size and bulk danced gracefully on the battlefield slaying enemies who dared interfered with their duel as if they were mere flies. She even ignored the arrow lodged into her thigh and pushed Duncan to the stonewall.

Lyanna with her large sword blocked high and brought her steel gauntlet into his face causing him to fly back into the stone. Shaken and not able to defend himself for a second Lyanna grabbed the top of his breastplate and flung the man away from the wall before slamming him harder into it again. The vibration cause pain to scream in his back and his sword to fall into the dirt. With a hard backhand slap he fell to the dirt surrounded by men of the giant.

Doland attempted to help his good brother but before he could draw back his bow a knight of Dayne stepped behind the archer with his dagger and guided the sharp blade across the throat. Ser Doland Oakheart now laid dying as the banner of his house was thrown upon him by his killer.

Duncan could only watch helplessly as the last of Doland's archers surrendered or received a sword to their chest.

"Gather the prisoners and put them on a ship. We have a castle to siege." Lyanna ordered to her men and Duncan with his armor being cut off of him could only laugh.

"You think you will capture any of my family. I assure you they are halfway to Oldstown by now. I will accept the block or the Wall along with my father but they are out of your reach." The smile on his faced turned though seeing the laugh upon hers. She did not say anything as he was dragged off now in his small clothes worrying him all the much more.

Her great uncle Hother with Mors Umber son Osric just followed the heir to the Last Hearth ready for more.

(Perspective Change)

The little girl at first was confused when the stone statue in the solar moved but seeing a long tunnel she now assumed this was their escape. Holding the letter from her sister in her hands along with a wooden carving of grapes made by her new good brother Ajax she followed Lady Cuy obediently praying she would either get to see mother or Desmera soon.

"It will be okay little one, soon we will be in Oldstown and we will bring your mother with us. I just know your mother escaped the Arbor." Aymee assured her grabbing the small hand. Walking hand in hand with her lady the group led by Ser Horace came to an opening that was used for wine storage many centuries ago. On the wall you could see bottles long since spoiled collecting spiders and webs.

Passing a few paths the group walked straight but a few jumped swearing to hear noise around them. With confidence in his voice Horace calmed them leading them to a wall he said was the exit. His mother looked at the wall confused knowing it was down the next row where the secret exit was located. Before she could say anything sounds once again came from behind them but now they had owners. Surrounding them were thirty well armed men bearing the giant breaking chains. The warriors of the house went to attack but the sound of Horace filled the air.

"Captain Lukas place your blade on the ground. We yield, do you accept our surrender?"

Aymee looked shocked at her son who betrayed her and walking through the armed men was a lad in his late teens or early twenties standing just over seven feet tall with a massive bushy beard. Duncan's wife Mansy Oakheart held onto the shoulder of their only child while the 12 year old Brandon looked ready to defend his mother.

"Aye, I Ajax Umber of the Last Hearth accept your surrender granted you hand my good sister freely and submit yourself to House Stark."

Lina now stepped forward on shaky legs looking up at the man her sister described as kind and generous and made her the wood carving in her hand. Ajax placed a soft smile on his face and knelt before her looking at the carving.

"I see you still carry that all these moons later. It warms my heart to see you hold that Lina, your sister and nephew is in Starfell and insisted on sailing south with us upon hearing you were being sent to Sunhouse. Would you like to come with me?"

She listened to the man and saw his massive hand be held out for her to grab. Calming her breaths she looked behind and saw the rest of the household minus Horace and Aymee being tied up. Now looking back into the eyes of the man she reached out grabbing his hand which he held softly.

"I am a faithful servant of House Baratheon and King Robert, I will never serve the wolf like my traitor son." Aymee now yelled getting aggressive with her captures. All it took was a nod from Ajax and his captain now tied her up and led them up towards the castle. Aymee now saw the large passageway held some 100 soldiers bearing the giant of Umber.

"I will lead House Cuy against Tyrell and Fossoway joining my sister in service to House Stark of Harrenhal. I ask that my nephew Brandon and his mother Mansy are released into my custody." Horace said dropping to his knee.

"I am no king Horace so fucking rise already but aye they will released. Come let us secure your home."

The walk back towards the solar Lina listened to Ajax talk about Littlejon who would probably grow as big as his father when all was said and done. Entering the solar they saw captains of the house organizing the siege and went to attack. Their attack stopped when seeing all the prisoners come up and Horace not in chains. Brandon unsure who was the enemy anymore simply stayed in back holding his mother's arm.

It took a couple deaths and 15 minutes but soon the gatehouse lowered the gates allowing their conquers into Sunhouse. In the great hall Aymee saw as she was being escorted out to the prison ship the stag of Baratheon being lowered and the wolf of Stark being raised.

Being dragged along the streets with the high born prisoners as if they were nothing but common cattle. Lady Alyce Graceford of Holyhall even fell in the mud but was dragged some 8 feet before she was helped up. It was said her husband had been one of the lead commanders who led the attack on Hornhill.

Reaching the dock all could only gasp at seeing the largest fire they had ever seen coming from the Arbor. It looked as if the whole of the docks and the fields had been scorched and they seemed to climb higher and higher.

On the docks after being pushed along onto a large ship that looked to be unnamed they passed by men and women bearing spears and the sigil of Dayne. A woman who looked near 50 walk towards them in light armor that had scratches all over it stepped towards them.

"My name is Allyria Sand and I am in charge of all the females on the way to Ghaston Grey. If I so as much smell trouble coming from anyone you will be whipped publicly not matter if you're a servant or the cunt queen herself. Am I clear?"

She received a few mumbles for a response but pulling a long bull whip out of her back she cracked it hard on the deck causing them to jump.

"I said am I clear?" She yelled again. This time the response was clear from the fifteen ladies and even Aymee had to shiver.

"There will be new clothes for you on a table as you enter, you will undress placing your dress, shoes, and jewelry in a bag registering it with the woman on the table to the right. Some of you will be prisoners a moon and be given back everything that gave up and other will be for longer still being given everything back. Any attempt to smuggle even the smallest earring or ring and you will cause all to be searched thoroughly and that woman will be publicly whipped. Any questions?"

No one spoke to afraid looking at the whip in her hand. They followed the female warrior down to the ship and happily saw no males there but saw the bottom had been fitted with three large cells. Inside some of the cells were already some of the female warriors that had defended the city and Aymee spotted her bastard sister drinking some water out of a canteen.

Walking to the table to the left she saw the rags they were instructed to wear and a pile of bags along with two filled canteens each. Taking the shy approach she turned towards the wall and started to undress uneasy looking up and seeing the floor above them had been cut out and above them leaning against railings were Dayne female warriors with crossbows in their hand.

Now fully nude she picked up the rag like dress that went to their knees. Placing the dress over her head and grabbing her canteen she walked over with her expensive dress in hand and waited in line behind Lady Alyce.

While in line she took the dress placing it in the bag along with her undergarments and shoes and then her earrings and finally rings. Finally she was next.

"Name?" The woman at the table asked.

"Lady Aymee Cuy."

As the woman received the bag she looked up amused.

"Sarra look we have the hostess herself. I was so glad we did not need to burn that castle of yours to the ground, it is such a beautiful home. You will thank King Torrhen personally when he allows you back into that home though, your son lost his honor in losing to Lady Lyanna and your husband lost his arm. You do not want to lose much more, trust me."

"I still am a faithful servant of ….."

"Ghaston Grey." The woman interrupted her. The now former Lady of Cuy turned into a broken quiet mouse when the guard cracked her long with on the ground causing all prisoners to jump in fear.

"When you leave your new home though and you see your true king you will cower before King Torrhen like many have before you and many more will after because if you do not I will personally whip loyalty into you."

Aymee now jumped two feet when she cracked her whip on the floor of the ship again.

"Get the fuck in there and do not start any trouble or else you will be stripted and chained down to the floor like a dog. Move!" She yelled taking the bag and placing the missive with her name on it in the bag before closing it and throwing it with the rest.

They sat there for near three hours and not one person said a thing to their neighbor. The only thing that could be heard was a Dayne guard that started singing a southern ballad about the Savage Wolf conquering Dorne. With the oars finally taking the ship into the open sea the trip was shorter than they expected since as soon as they took off they heard the yell of the oarmaster below them easing them into a dock.

Alyce and Aymee both walked towards the wall closest the docks and listened closely to the commotion out there.

"Why are you doing this to us? We are nobles." Lady Alyce asked with tears hearing more nobles both men and women being herded towards the ships. The Dayne guard lazily walked over with a broad smile on her face. Aymee look wistfully at her old friend seeing they were already breaking her, that is why they were doing this.

"Graceford, Cuy, and especially Tyrell are enemies who have yet to submit." She said with venom walking towards the cell staring at 17 year old Ellin Tyrell who had been visiting Sunhouse with her betrothed and the son of Lord Ambrose; Ser Alyn Ambrose.

Their attention was diverted by footsteps coming down the steps. Instead of the waves of prisoners like they expected two men came down with some men bearing the red ant of Ambrose. Aymee recognized the older man who wore his armor proudly with slight dings in it as the Lord of House Ambrose, Lord Arthur Ambrose. Now walking behind him was an elegant woman who she instantly recognized as the seventh child of Lord Leyton and his wife, Alysanne. Rather than the rags the nobles had been forced to wear she was in an elegant dress.

Beside them though was their only son and heir Alyn who was in the rags meant for prisoners. The handsome young man captured in the city defenses scanned the crowd until a smile fell upon his face spotting Ellinor. Walking up to her he grabbed her hand softly.

"Pledge yourself along with me to the wolf and we can be together far away from Ghaston Grey Ellinor. My father is a commander for King Torrhen so please come with me." He begged having grown close to the woman.

"But I am a Tyrell Alyn, I will probably be raped and…" She started but was soon scared back farther into her cage seeing the anger of Alysanne storm towards her.

"We are not the savages that beat my brother despite him surrendering or rape my sister in surrender. I like you Ellinor but never compare what we do to what happened with my family at our home. Thankfully Denyse was able to escape after her husband found some common sense but now it is on you to find that sense. If not I will not lose a minute of sleep knowing you are breaking rocks in Dorne."

She was calmed by the hand of her husband on her shoulder.

"King Torrhen will not punish you Ellinor for your families mistakes. If you say no now I will break the arrangement between you and Alyn and thus ending any protection we will provide."

Ellinor now looked at the lord who was to be her good father soon and back at her betrothed and recalled their rides through orchards discussing possible children names. With a soft sigh she grabbed Alyn's hand and nodded. The two couples were almost at the stairs when they were stopped by a voice coming from the cells.

Lady Alyce was grabbing onto the bars with tears rolling down her eyes. Desperation and almost a pathetic amount of inner will oozed out of her.

"Lord Ambrose please let me serve House Stark, I cannot handle Ghaston Grey. I would just die." The once proud lady of Holyhall now crumbled to the ship's floor crying. A few of the dornish guards who were born low in the social classes simply laughed seeing these respectable ladies used to five course meals in such a state. One standing on the deck above Alyce even dumped her wine on the now pathetic woman from above.

"Last I checked your husband Petyr controlled your armies so what use would we have of you?" Arthur asked walking up to her looking down at the weeping woman.

"He is of the Stormlands and he only became lord because I was the last Graceford. Take me to the gates of Holyhall and the captains will listen to me, I swear it." She begged and looked up in happy tears when the door was unlocked.

"Point out your ladies out and they will come along with you. Be sure to grab you bag on the way out."

Alyce scurried out of the cell and fell to her knees before Arthur kissing the steel greaves.

"You are now a servant of House Stark, wait till you see King Torrhen to do that." His wife jested holding out her hand which Lady Graceford accepted. They were grabbing her things when the same speech that they heard about the clothes and the bags of possessions was just wrapping up from up the stairs.

The fresh crowd of prisoners shuffled their way down the steps and the departing group stepped to the side. 40 or so ladies of the Arbor made their way to the table but who caught their attention was Lady Redwyne herself, Mina Tyrell. The woman who had her daughter insulted before all of court in Harrenhal now looked to be fresh of bruise.

"Release my cousin Ellinor and me immediately and I will make sure you Lord Ambrose do not find the block, you will receive the Wall instead." Mina said storming up to the lord her brother Mace had so much trouble controlling over the years. When Lord Hightower jumped over to support the wolf his son through marriage had been the first outside of his blood to follow bringing with him his house.

A guard bearing the sigil of Dayne backhanded her just as she reached the lord causing her to go crashing to the wooden floor. The cheek was now a bright red that was sure to swell up later.

"Lady Desmera the new lady of the Arbor does not care what happens to her mother so make sure she works for every drop of water she is to receive whether that is as a whore or labor. Tell Lady Lynda when you reach Ghaston Grey she is to be trained by the captured slaver to become a bed slave being passed around all of Ghaston Grey. She will pleasure men, women, even live stock if the customer is paying enough."

Alassane now knelt down staring into the fearful eyes of Mina.

"Mina, you and your brother have ruled the Reach with an iron fist for so long, my father and Lord Randyll will march their armies through your allies submitting or killing any that cross their way. Be sure to practice your moan." Alysanne said lightly slapping her cheek as she was ripped out of her clothes. The look of anger never left her face as Mina screamed for mercy as she thought about what House Tyrell and Redwyne did to her family.

Never looking back Alysanne left holding her husband's hand walking up the stairs with their now freed prisoners. The group watched on the docks as the fires finally started to calm behind them.

"How good of a whore do you think Lady Redwyne will make?" A voice said behind them. They turned around to see Lord Tion walking with his Bloody Skulls guard. The man nearing 40 stood alongside Alyn as a large angry man approached. Ajax Umber who rode the ship the Arbor looked ready to draw steel on the lord of Tarbeck.

"Let me correct myself, former Lady Redwyne." Tion corrected quickly realizing an angry giant is a bad thing. All calmed down hearing a grunt of acceptance from Ajax and seeing him calm down. Tion in his head thanked the gods he did not have to find out if the tales were true of Ajax able to rip whole arms off with his bare hands.

"I have known her many years, she will fight it every step of the way but once she is broken she will never be repaired." Lady Graceford replied with submission in her voice and a strange smile crossed the face of Alysanne who personally had to save Alerie and her children from being captured. Of course Arthur and Ambrose men had a big part of it but her husband happily gave his wife the credit.

"Lord Ajax of the Arbor. I take it Duncan Redwyne will become the captain of your forces." Arthur now inquired as the group walked down the docks.

"Aye he will, how many ships are being left behind Tion?"

Tion dodging a dock worker who now served Ajax and Desmera thought about the numbers in his head. Around them every available maester was healing the most basic cuts to tightly wrapping up limbs getting ready for amputation.

They saw Duncan Redwyne now running around with his forces setting up medical tents for both captive and allies.

"We will leave 200 ships at Sunhouse and 300 ships here. With the other 400 captured you have 700 to keep the Arbor in our control. I will capture as many keeps along the coast and mainly the Shield Islands but my focus is still the Westerlands. Crakenhall will the first to see my true banners. Shall we continue sending the nobles to Tor rather than Ghaston Grey? I doubted King Torrhen when he planned it thinking no nobles would be fool enough to submit before getting on the ships but I stand corrected." Tion now said looking at Alyce who was still thanking her saviors pledging herself to the wolf already.

Ajax nodded and the rest of the day was resetting up the defenses they crumbled and arranging a sound strategy to protect their new conquered lands. Three days later saw Lord Tion Tarbeck sailing north towards the bay that led to Oldstown. Three Towers and Blackcrown would feel the wrath of House Tarbeck and Reyne.

(Scene Change)

The girl walked down the halls trying to avoid the eyes watching her wishing her protection was not in the cells. The girl in the beautiful red dress and blond hair braided up walked with uneasy steps as behind the sight of Martell guards followed closely. Walking past the now opened doors she slinked quietly into the throne room where her future good mother sat rubbing her temple.

"Lord Franklyn can you tell me why House Fowler has not sent your troops yet? House Dayne stands alone protecting the Red Mountains when you look out over the damn things every day!"

Arianne now drank back her entire wine looking back at the man.

"We are still gathering our forces princess, perhaps we could offer the safety of Myrcella as an ultimatum to stop their progress through the Red Mountains." Franklyn said pointing now at Cella who received many angry looks. His twin daughter Jeyne started to walk towards her but Oberyn with his spear he just received from his own namesake moved quickly through the crowd and stood in front of her.

"If you take one more step towards my future daughter I will send you to Harrenhal to become a whore for my husband while I send your sister to be washwoman. I am sure they could use another person to clean the sheets."

Jeyne quickly walked back to her twin Jennelyn and avoid the general direction of the princess from King's Landing.

"King Torrhen's and my son have grown attached to her so we will grow to treat our southern stag with respect. Now quit being a lazy cunt and protect our home Lord Fowler, I will not ask a second time. Lord Darkstar how does the transition go in Manwoody? I know they served the captains and the people served House Manwoody for over a thousand years."

Gerold "Darkstar" Dayne now stepped forward with a little less swagger in his step than normal still waiting on word about his son in Dragonstone. Allyria Dayne also stood in the crowd not sleeping for the past three days.

"It is not seemless princess but they are learning. When your uncle moves north the captains will be ready to kill some Fossoways. We have the men now crafting spears for the dornish army. When should we…" Darkstar started but was interrupted by the door being flung open. All eyes turned to see a thin young man bearing the lilypad of Fenn. Surrounding him were two of the Kern Warriors and one looked to have a nasty cut across his face still untreated. The thing that caught everyone's attention was a one year old in his hand. Allyria immediately recognized the man as the one who fought alongside her nephew Bran saving her from the Manwoody men.

The Martell guards went to go stop the man from moving forward.

"Allow Ser Jorah by. What happened?" Arriane asked stepping off her throne. In the crowd Verona was sitting on her brother's shoulder trying to get a better view. Meanwhile Princess Ellie was holding Mors hand.

"The bastards struck us hard and fast to capture us. We had the keys to the armory so my brother Brandon got our weapons and we put up a good fight. Before Bran was captured he killed three sons of Lord Mertyns and Lord Rosby youngest son. Dirron was laying with the lady in wait to Lady Selyse when they broke the door down. He was dragged to the cells still unclothed."

Gerold now grew a look of anger at the treatment of his son as Allyria moved through the crowd now standing in the open staring at the young man. The sleeping babe shuffled slightly in his arms but still slumbered.

"Lady Shireen was bathing with Eddard here at the time and Ser Richard took his men with Doran to keep her safe. Upon entering the room Ser Cortnay's eldest son was there with 12 men ready to kill Eddard and the babe in Shireen's stomach under the order of her mother but Ser Richard and Doran slaughtered all the men. Me and Lyanna entered the room to see Ser Richard entering his blade into the downed Orlys Penrose. We did not want to leave but Shireen ran up to us with Eddard in hand and forced us to flee Dragonstone."

"Yes but what about Doran? Tell me my son lives." Allyria asked impatiently and was ready to cry seeing the look get sadder on his face.

"A mysterious woman forced us into the shadows as we exited and it was just in time as Ser Cortnay came running up with his men from Penrose. Cortnay demanded to know who killed his son but Doran took the blame. One of Ser Cortnay's men tried to finish Lady Selyse mission and kill the babe inside of Shireen but Doran tackled him to the ground. From the doorway we saw Cortnay drive his blade into the downed defenseless Doran killing him."

Allyria now leaned into her cousin shoulder and wept for her loss son.

"Is your brother okay Jorah?" Lord Trebor Jordayne asked from the crowd but Jorah only shook his head.

"Apparently before Stannis could gain control of the situation they threw him over the railings and his body hit the rocks below. The woman said they found his body and are transporting him back to the neck. Father will be so disappointed in me, I was suppose to protect him, he was my little brother." Jorah said in despair fighting the tears once again and it was Allyria who walked up to the man and gave him a hug. She lost her good daughter in childbirth and now her son. All she had was little Brandon Sand.

"Uncle Manfrey, I want you to find a bedroom to lay Eddard in with a full time attendance to watch over him. Also make sure Ser Jorah has our best remaining guest room and is provided everything he needs. Where is Lyanna, Jorah? I see no banners of Glover coming through the door." Arianne asked now rubbing the shoulders of the young man.

"She stopped in Southern Driftwood to coordinate an attack with Lord Aurane Waters. His brother Lord Monford just escaped Driftwood with his sons Daemon and Laenor and is there as well. I will join them soon, just wanted to give little Eddard to his grandmother."

"How was Lord Bran Jorah? Was he treated well last time you saw him?" Trebor asked walking forward.

"Bran was in critical condition last I heard. We attempted to rescue him but too many guards near by. The woman that snuck us out in the night said a bandage was wrapped around his face but that is all I know."

"Sylva Santagar step forward." Arianne boomed and a 20 year old beautiful dornishwoman stepped forward with tan skin and a freckled face.

"House Santagar was one of the conspirators against my rule and sided strongly with Quentyn. With no punishment ever made by my husband I have been looking for a suitable arrangement. House Santagar will honor House Fenn with the return of Eddard Baratheon with a betrothal between you and Ser Jorah Fenn."

The lord of Spottwood Ser Symon Santagar steps forward angry.

"How dare you take away my heir and only daughter. I have been grooming her to take my household over and now you do this. The reason we followed your brother is exactly for this reason "Princess" Arianne." He sneered towards her but was soon on the ground as a spear struck his stomach taking out the air from his lungs. He was now flung back as the spear struck this throat. He looked up and saw the 10 year old Oberyn Snow looking down at him with a look of anger and a spear to his throat. Mors stepped forward feeling brave.

"You will respect my mother or Obie will spill your blood and your daughter will be made a servant ordered to clean it up and more messes like it for the rest of her natural life."

Many who only saw the heir of Sunspear as the child playing warrior was impressed. Arianne smiled and walked up to her son playing with his hair as he held his look on the downed knight.

"Please Prince Mors, there will be no need for that. I would be happy to wed a noble knight such as Ser Jorah. May I have my leave with him and get to know him more?" Sylva pleaded fearing her father's sharp tongue would get him killed.

Mors surprised the question was directed towards him looked up towards his mother who looked down on his smiling and nodded. He waited a few more seconds but no response from his mother he knew it was his time to shine.

"Yes you may Lady Sylva. Obie release him and there will be no words of discontent from you good ser or the gods will not hear your prayers."

Sylva gracefully walked towards her now betrothed who had an apologetic look on his face but she knew his noble nature would never abuse her so she would calm his mind later relieving his guilt. The new couple walked out arm and arm while her father stood up angry being shown up by a ten year old and stormed out the other exit.

"Allyria I want you to watch over Eddard until his parents are free. I will sent a missive to Dragonstone and King's Landing demanding the body of Doran for proper burial but as you can see lords and ladies the war is upon us. Shall we give my Aunt Elia the justice she deserves?"

Cheers range through the halls and she walked out with her son and nephew. They passed by Cella and Mors grabbing her hand she was forced to follow. The group made it to the garden where the blood oranges were almost ripe upon the trees.

Sitting there was the mother of her newest adopted daughter, Reyna. The woman had agreed to never acknowledge little Barbery Sand but still remained as a retainer for House Martell. She was currently filling the glasses of wine seeing her princess come. Nearby her two brothers were lounging around looking almost too comfortable.

Arianne walked up to the woman with bright red lipstick and was nearly assaulted by her lips but embraced the lips nonetheless. Behind her Mors was pulling the seat out for Cella as some of the dothrakis bearing the sigil of Martell walked by. One man named Rakharo who had been one of Drogo's bloodriders and commanders walked by with the princess he had grown to admire. She was beautiful but also a strong leader. He was even impressed by her son in court a few minutes prior.

Looking across the courtyard she saw the two brothers rise nervously at the sight of them and breaking away from the kiss Reyna almost looked nervous. Arianne went to question why but Reyna was already walking quickly out of the courtyard.

Arianne looked down at her son feeling her legs get weak and her mind get light before she collapsed onto the stone. Mors and Oberyn soon circled her in concern and the brother Rey and Roy started drawing their swords walking towards the young prince. Actually it seemed as if men who were dressed as guards were starting to turn towards the princess and the children.

Spotting the deception Rakharo ordered his archers to let loose on the false guards now pulling their blades as Arianne seemed to fight for her breath and Mors was in tears begging for her to breathe.

The guards not expecting the dothrakis patrol nearby were quickly slaughtered and even Roy and Rey were captured with major wounds to them. By the time Rakharo reached the boy and his mother Arianne was already looking up at the sun dead.

Lord Jordayne hearing the commotion ran out with Jordayne guards.

"Send your men to protect my siblings Trebor. I want that whore dead Rakharo!" Mors screamed with a mix of tears and anger. Trebor not one to question a Stark ran out of the courtyard leaving a few men to protect his prince while they ran towards the apartments.

The rest was a blur but soon the maester forced milk of the poppy down both Oberyn's and Mors throat. They fought the effect but soon Allyria holding both boys they both fell asleep.

The sun shined bright through the room and the boy of 10 stirred. Having a bad dream the young man stretched out his arms but was surprised opening his eyes Allyria sat holding his sister Princess Ellaria in her arms. There was a small cut across her cheek and what looked to be a busted lip. The normally playful Lewyn sat on the ground with his sister Barbery quiet handing the smiling girl toys.

"You are awake young prince. You have been out three days." Allyria Dayne said walking towards the bed placing his sleeping sister under the covers forcing him to share.

"It wasn't a dream?" He said sadly. A tear fell when she saw her shaking her head.

"House Wells did not expect Rakharo and his dothraki to be in Sunspear or else you and your brother would be dead as well. We have all the members except Lord Lewyn Wells and the assassin herself. Ser Jorah is personally leading a group of men with Lord Trebor as we speak. Come get dressed, you must say goodbye to your mother."

Numbly the boy got out of bed and obeyed Allyria. In his court tunic he was met by his brother Oberyn who embraced him with a hug.

"We will make them rue the day Prince Mors became Prince of Dorne brother. I will follow our enemies to the gates of hell for you." Oberyn declared.

Nodding both boys walked down the hallways where the mood was somber and a joke would have made it even worse. Making it to the sept all eyes turned towards him as on the main stage was the body of his mother in her finest dress. She looked as beautiful as the day she gave him a proud look in court. Walking up to her he saw Prince Oberyn had arrived from the Red Mountains a few hours prior.

"We will not rest until those bastards are in custody Mors. She was so proud of you, both of you in fact. Do not misplace her pride and do what you must young man. Lord Darkstar will lead the southern attack and I will be here ruling in your steed." Oberyn informed him and walked away meeting his lover and four youngest daughters at the end. His new born boy Torrhen Sand sat in his mother's arms smiling seeing his father walk up.

"I will make you proud mother, I swear it on the old gods."

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The plan had been perfect but the whore beside him had to mess it up not spotting the dothraki in the courtyard. The man now screamed as he lost his footing and started choking trying to find his feet. The steel clashed around his neck kept threatening to drag him through the sand as Sunspear came into the distance. At least he was dressed, that is more than he could say for the whore Reyna who walked next to him.

They passed a small village that had been sure to throw everything from horse shit, rocks, blood oranges, and even bloody clothes at them. The man on horseback bearing the three black lily pads of Fenn dragged her as if she was a piece of cattle. Barefooted she yelled at every sharp rock she stepped on and even was beat when she walked to slow.

The gates of Sunspear opened up and the sight he was greeted with his brother Troy's head on a spike along with all those who were his retainers. Stumbling past the spear that held his uncle's head he was dragged to the throne room where the ten year that should have died as well sat. Rey and Roy looked to be beaten within an inch of their lives causing Reyna to weep.

"You weep for them but you do not weep for my mother. No killer's remorse. Tell me did House Lannister promise you anything in return for the death of my mother?" Mors asked coldly as Cella was standing to the side just below the throne and Ser Arys Oakheart with his white cloak was chained amongst the other prisoners.

Panicking she nodded causing fear to overwhelm Cella.

"Princess Cella and Ser Arys told me I would receive safe passage and my brothers a lordship in the Riverlands. I intended to grab them as well but plans had to be changed. Please Prince Mors forgive me, I did not want to do it but Lord Wells made me." She now fell to her knees crying.

"You lying cunt! You said House Lannister would raise me to Prince of Sunspear. Please this is just a misunderstanding."

Mors looked over at Cella who lowered her head in submission praying to the gods she had a head by the end of the night.

"I Prince Mors Martell son of King Torrhen Stark and Princess Arianne Martell hereby sentence you to…"

The court held their breaths and and even Cella started to cry a little knowing she deserved no kindness after his family had treated her so warmly from the beginning.

"Have a wonderful dinner with me tonight and a trip to the Water Gardens tomorrow. Prince Oberyn said he would cover for us while we get away from this place for a few days."

Shock graced her pretty face and she looked up at her betrothed. He grabbed her hand with care and kissed it before turning back to the naked whore.

"I know you sent a missive to King's Landing and received none in return, although received one from the false dragon and my uncle. You three even planned to use House Wells as a scapegoat for the murder. Prince Oberyn can you please have Rey and Roy placed on a crucifix on the tallest dune over looking Sunspear and bury this whore up to her neck facing them. Let the scorpians or the heat kill her, I do not really care which does it."

Upon the nod from Oberyn Rakharo gladly had his men drag all three of them away while they were screaming for mercy. Reyna bit her dothraki guard's nose but received a quick beating resulting in two broken ribs before being dragged out by her hair. A look of almost fear from all the dornish lords and ladies went to the throne where Mors act like he did not see it.

"I thank you Prince Mors for understand…" The disgraced lord started off but was soon cut off by the fist of Rakharo. The man tasted his blood in every breath.

"The women in your house including your wife and three daughters will be sent to Ghaston Grey to be trained to be whores and all the men will lose their head. For approving of the plan to murder my mother I take your head myself."

Lord Franklyn Fowler held his twin daughters close knowing with the insults they gave House Martell and Mors betrothed personally it could easily been them joining the three women in Ghaston Grey. The once defiant House Santagar now lowered their head in submission as Sylva moved closer to her betrothed hoping to be wed by nightfall for the protection alone with a loyal Stark supporter.

Before all of court Lewyn Wells was forced to his knees and mustering courage up he leaned forward accepting death. Closing his eyes he heard the unsheathing of a sword and the small footsteps of a 10 year old.

Feeling the light tap of the steel he knew this was the first man the young prince was ever going to kill.

"Strike hard, sure, and fast on an execution boy. Your father has executed thousands like this. I really should feel honored, first kill of the Sand Wolf." Lewyn said smirking. Another jest never came out of his mouth as the "Sand Wolf" brought down the blade onto his neck. The valyrian blade gifted to him by his father sliced right through the head doing all the work.

Mors stumbled slightly back watching the head roll away. Prince Oberyn had taken the blade back and Mors putting on a strong face walked out the exit with Cella and Oberyn running after him. It was three days later that his mind finally registered the kill before the heart tree at the Water Gardens.

Cella simply held his hand in sympathy as tears fell from his eyes praying to the gods he made his ancestors proud.

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From the windows the flames were rising and the passing steps sounded like horse hoofs rather than those of men. The little girl terrified held onto her stuffed bunny as tears ran down her face. It took her mother five times before the shaking got the scared child's attention.

"Hide under the bed right now." She shooed the child under the bed and just as the shadows covered her three of the largest men the little girl had ever seen stormed in with smiles on their face. She watched as the largest man raped and killed her mother while another took the knife and stabbed her younger brother over and over.

Closing her eyes tightly hoping the mean men wouldn't find her a hand wrapped around her leg tightly dragging the girl from underneath the bed. She was about to cry and call for her daddy when the door was slammed open and a strange man with a very large blade and a short beard came in with a shocked look on his face.

The man grabbing her leg did not have time to turn around before the sword pierced his chest from behind causing him to lax his grip. The man who raped her mother attempted to attack her rescuer but with his speed the evil man was soon dead.

As he approached she wanted to run back under the bed but knew she would never be safe. The man with a kind tone in his voice finally calmed her down and soon she was passed off to a man slightly smaller than the evil man.

The kind large man surrounded by even more large mean bearing what looked to be a man on their chest soon ran down the side entrance and passed right by a massive smiling man in the courtyard. On his helm were large antlers and in his hands was a war hammer some of her daddys friends carried.

The smile slightly faltered as they passed in the courtyard but the large man carrying her did not allow the look to linger as he mixed his men with men carrying a flag with a white dog on it. She looked back and saw that the joyous man kept looking back eyeing her as well but shrugged his shoulders and walked towards her home in the Red Keep.

It was 30 minutes later after navigating the streets and as the man put it "dodging those damn lions" that she was finally on a carriage with a hand maiden and try as she might a deep slumber soon found her.

It was three days later on their travels north that they met up with her savior with the short beard once again but now instead of the kinds eyes she saw before there was a hollowness to them. Then she saw something that she would have never expected; the large man with the even bigger beard and voice cried.

He punched the wall of the inn they were staying at over and over again. Every time his fist made contact he would simply say "Why you Lyanna". After a minute or so of this with his hand bloody the man simply laid down when her Uncle Arthur came up to her with a strange black haired baby in his hand.

The trip north Arthur told her what happened with her father and the short bearded man told her about her new home. Passing by forrest and hearing wolves the little girl cried herself to sleep wishing her mother was there.

Finally after they passed a blockade with a man bearing a deer on his tunic they passed under a castle that looked to act as a bridge as well. As they passed through the bailey they came to a stop and peaking through the drapes Rhaenys spotted an elderly man bringing out a little girl who looked no older than her and the man with the short beard looked offended at the mentioning of someone name Torrhen and Rodwell being married off to the little girl. Thankfully as some ugly men bearing a castle with two towers on their chest were approaching her carriage with her father's friends hiding inside with her the man waved the caravan on out the otherside.

Finally they entered the North according to Ser Arthur and were soon in Winterfell. Approaching the large castle and entering the large doors she saw a boy a couple years older than her but his attention was not on the arriving party, rather the cart they were pulling with the body of the woman named Lyanna.

Looking into his eyes unlike most children their age she did not see life dancing across his gaze. Rather in the boy's eyes she saw something that she had felt for the past week; dead.

As the boy looked at her she tried to focus on his glance but the more she tried the less she saw. Soon Rhae shot out of her bed with sweat coming down her forehead with a concerned Ser Arthur by her side. The crying of three one year old babies soon filled the room as it rocked creaked from the rocking of the ship.

"You crying in your sleep Rhae. Your three little ones woke up 15 minutes ago but you slept through their crying." He told his queen and saw the black haired Rhaella being taken from her crib by Sylvia. The babe now had calmed down as Mya picked up both Lyanna and Rhaegar.

"Can you take them to the galley? I will be right there." Rhae request after letting out a loud yawn and gaining her senses. The now 20 year old natural mother of four watched as her children and Ser Arthur departed the room.

It was 20 minutes later and in a modest grey dress and her hair loosely bunned that Rhae emerged in the galley to see Rhaegar sitting on Ser Arthur's lap eating some of the blueberries on his plate.

Lord Boldfox whose men would act as her personal security force once they landed stood upon seeing and pulled out a chair for her to sit in. As soon as she took the seat next to his wife Gwyn her Lady in Wait Mya came up with her breakfast already made.

"Are we nearing our destination?" Rhae asked receiving Rhaella who looked ready to fall asleep again.

"Aye Your Grace, White Harbor is less than a day away. Soon you will be reunited with your husband and Prince Bennard."

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The ground shook as nearly 8,000 souls marched forward forcing the peasants carrying grains and such to move to the side. Many of the smallfolk children looked up at the tan warriors with blue face paint in amazement. It was the sight in the middle of the pack that caught their attention though. High upon a fierce looking horse with a long bushy beard and a nasty scar across his eyes the peasants all dropped to their knee seeing the Savage Wolf himself.

Marching to his right was a man that had a short beard and similar face, rather than the pale face of the north though his was tan and could only be described as handsome. That man sending a quick wave to them to rise was having a bad day.

Looking behind him his wife who sat in the carriage holding little Randyll Stark had fresh tears running down her face after reading a book given to her by Samwell. Her mother who rode with her tried to comfort her but it was no good.

"Ser Arthur, are we sure about them attempting to betray us? I have my men ready to move." A voice riding up to him said as his cousin rode up to teach his daughter Domina to ride better within a formation. Domina who rode with the still bruised Daario watched every move of those warriors around her and even had a training arakh on her hip.

"Aye Karlo, the cunts look to catch us off guard. Honestly Torr did not want them to keep their lands anyways so it makes it so much easier. You know where to take your men?" Arty asked of the dothraki recently raised up now lord of the almost finished Oldcastle in the Riverlands.

"The village of Riversbend, about 1,000 Lannister men acting like traveling mercenaries. The fools will all die for their trickery. Especially their leader Ser Stafford. What about north of the river? The old fool used nearly 4,000 of his own men to trap us at the twins."

"Maege has command of the Wolf Pack and they will slaughter every single person carrying a blade. Now we still have another days ride to discuss strategy, tell me how does Alora Sandsteed sound? All you have to do is ask Torrhen."

Karlo put on a bright blush thinking about the woman who attempted to tame his heart like the zorse he was high upon.

"When the war calms down I will ask her but until then distractions only get us killed."

"Oh my friend you are already very distracted. Family and the ones we love will always distract us. Knowing the treatment my brother had to endure at the hands of his good father sickens me and I want nothing more to ride to Dragonstone and kill every last person who cause my brother pain but it is how we deal with those distractions that make us."

The duo now rode in silence with only the sound of Bennard riding on his pony giving a motivational speech to the other children as Drogo with a strange dedication much like Asheffi to his father rode by his side. The dothraki child kept looking at his father riding with his war paint on trying to emulate his stance, even holding one hand on the reins and the other on his wooden arakh. The children who sat on the wagon were listening closely to their future king as if the horse was the Wolf Throne and Bennard was addressing court.

Eventually in the far distance the Twins could be seen jetting into the air and the smell of the river hit them. All it took was a simple hand up by their king and the whole caravan stopped all at once. Quiet whispers echoed through the line as King Torrhen remained still. It was only when a strange rider from the west approached wearing a black hood that he moved slightly out of formation. The strange figure rode up to him and whispered something into his ear and rode off east. Drogo saw his khal simply wave his hand and both his father and Lord Karlo rode up to him.

"Children, brave you must be. The eyes of war you will see." His mother said riding up to Bennard and Drogo who were wondering what was going on.

"Different light you will see your father in Ko Bennard, do not be fearful of your father though. It is the path of the warrior."

Even more confused Bennard now saw Artos and Dawn emerge from the forest with fresh blood over them. What they did not know was that it was Frey scouts who had got to close. By their masters now the caravan started moving with the women and children slowly getting separated from the main warriors and at the lead of them was Ser Arthur surround them with nearly 3,000 men bearing the wolf of Stark.

At the front formation Addrivo rode alongside Asheffi who shared his smile of the upcoming events. Soon they would shed the first blood of their khal's conquest of the whole of Westeros. A sharp whistle by Torrhen caused Karlo to break off with some 1,500 dothrakis to the west. Just as they disappeared from sight a welcoming party bearing the sigil of Frey came over the hill.

The leader of the party had a bright smile on his face surrounded by what looked to be some 5 cousins or brothers.

Ser Walder Black led the group while the rotund and foolish looking Rhaegar Frey attempted to keep pace. Coming to the lead group they were halted violently as Artos let out a fierce bark nearly dropping Ser Symond Frey on his ass.

"Give us passage through your gates Frey. I am needed home." Torrhen told them trotting up clearly annoyed by their presence.

Walder eyed the group noticing the women and children did not come but knew that mattered little once the Lannister reinforcements from the south came.

"You have crossed our bridge many times through the years Lord Stark, tell me why this time would be any different when it comes to speaking with my father? Each time you refuse and each time you travel three extra days going through the swamps. This is quite a large group to march through your swamps. Please follow me and meet with my father so we can discuss marriages. I assure you we have some wonderful brides for Bennard or Rodwell."

Both men eyed each other for a while before Torrhen nodded and marched forward with his men and wolf.

"Please no wolf and your men are not necessary, we are no savages." Rhaegar spat at them and shuttered when a low menacing growl was directed his way. Torrhen sitting on his horse could only laugh.

"I will not bring Artos into the castle but my men will stay in the gatehouse. I grew up knowing the Frey's honor is not worth the cunt hairs on a King's Landing whore. Now let us ride."

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The frail plain woman sat high in her room in the east tower watched as in the bailey her husbands sons and grandsons all waited to be remembered in history. The 10 year old Cersei Frey walked up to the window and saw her father Raymund ordering the archers to hide from sight. Joyeuse Erenford turned her head slightly hearing some footsteps approaching her from behind.

With a smile smile she greeted her brother and heir to Erenford, Walder. Beside him was Roslin who at 20 was absolutely gorgeous.

"Ah sister I see you have the best seat in the house, soon your husband the Lord of the Crossing will go down in history as the most brilliant man in the seven kingdoms."

He greeted her and gave her a hug.

"Please tell me the plan dear brother? Our reputation here at the Twins is not the most honorable and the wolf conquered Dorne when Targaryen could not, call me paranoid."

Cersei now was waving down to her father even though the man had no chance in seeing it.

"Simple we allow the savage nobles to cross and trap them on the bridge. We attack them from both keeps with Lannister reinforcements and your husband gets Riverrun. Quite simple actually. All we need to do is hope father moves quickly from our home with the Lannister reinforcements. Now do not worry so much dear sister."

"Lady Joyeuse, what will happen to us if the plan fails?" Roslin asked seeing the bailey down below clear. Joyeuse simply smiled and parted her hair and waddled the three steps to her parting her hair.

"We will not fail my dear. Do you see your brother Benfrey down there?" She pointed to a 20 year old man commanding a group of soldiers mainly consisting of the sworn house of Frey, Haigh. Her brother a man near 23 stood tall and confident.

"With that confidence we cannot lose Lady Roslin. Do not believe all the tales you hear from the traveling merchants. The bite of the wolf is nowhere as bad as they say, it is all bark. Now let us watch the show."

Roslin gave a soft smile nodding looking out the window. The daughters of House Frey all along the tall tower had their heads poking out of various rooms facing the bailey as well. The gate to the bridge was still down but the sounds of the massive gate allowing entrance into the bailey could be heard turning, slowly the steel gate was opened and Ser Black Walder strode in high on his horse with a few men in massive steel armor and the helm of a wolf. Then they saw him.

Surround to his left by a massive black wolf that looked ready to strike at any moment and a woman with a strange curved blade on her hip and blue face paint on they saw King Torrhen him himself. The wolf king eyed the bailey all around him and even carried his gaze up their tower sending shivers down her spine when their eyes met.

From far away it looked as if Tywin Frey was trying to wave the wolf into the great hall where her husband sat waiting but he did not move. Concern struck those in the bailey but soon what sound like 1,000 horse hoofs were heard approaching the entrance. From the entrance strange tan warriors on horseback with the same blue face paint as the woman came roaring in screaming an angry sounds.

That is when they saw the king strike. Jumping off the horse quickly he captured the element of surprise slicing his blade through the head of Tywin as he was distracted. Seconds later pandemonium struck as those archers released deadly accurate strikes to the upper levels dropping Frey archers by the 20s.

From below you could hear daughter of old man Walder and now Lady Vypren, Lythene Frey scream as she watched her husband be torn apart by the massive black wolf. Lucias Vypren missing his arm tried to crawl away but was trampled by a horse ridden by the heir to the Twins Ser Stevron Frey. He was attempting to escape out the castle but the body of Lucias caused him to go flying off his horse onto the hard stone. Joyeuse could only watch helplessly as the woman in blue face paint circled the man smiling since he landed near the king. He reached up for mercy but with a single swipe lost his head.

All around her sobbing was heard as all the Frey women saw their husbands, brothers, fathers, and cousins be slaughtered as if they were mere sheep. Joyeuse had enough when she saw the wolf king kill Aenys, Aegon, and Petyr Frey in three on one combat. Petyr was crawling away and the man drove his sword into the back of him killing the 16 year old. Black Walder seeing his younger brother get slaughter ran towards the king for revenge. His vengeance ended when a dornishwomen with a long spear and silver cape jumped out of nowhere and drove her spear through the thin armor of Walder. He attempted to raise his blade to her but received an arrow to the back of his skull.

"The castle is lost, Walder I want you to gather the ladies and we will wait in the highest room of the castle and pray to the maiden the Lannister forces come." She told her brother and heir to House Erenford. He saluted her and ran off with his guards from their home. Rallying the females together in the room after watching the Savage Wolf march into the keep she led cousins and servants alike leading them higher and higher till they were in the massive room Lord Walder himself once housed until the gout stopped him from climbing the stairs.

They waited for nearly 20 minutes but soon the door crashed open and the Frey guards all readied their blades until Walder Erenford stumbled in with a large gash across his chest and three arrows in his back. Quickly she ran towards her brother who fell over dead onto a bear carpet.

Walking in behind was one of the Ice Warriors, then two, then three. Soon 20 warriors lined the exit and windows surrounding the occupants. They spread apart for a smaller warrior with a smaller frame. Taking off the wolf helm they saw it was a female captain smiling at them.

"I am Seryna Hestar, Captain of the Ice Warriors. Your home now belongs to the wolf. I would hate to chain you all up especially since there are so many young children here but I will if anyone gets any ideas of escape. Am I clear?" She yelled and Joyeuse stood up and walked towards her.

"I am Lady of the Crossing and I demand a fair…." She started off but found herself on the ground after Seryna backhanded her. Joyeuse rubbed her bruised cheek as Roslin now ran up and held onto her hoping the child in her belly was still okay.

"The crossing does not belong to House Frey anymore. King Torrhen has already declared a new lord of the crossing you little cunt so do not demand anything. Jorah this one will give us trouble, make sure she is chained up." Seryna ordered and walked out.

The scared women and children soon followed in a line looking at all the dead bodies as they passed. Walking through the bailey they saw carriages now full of people and a tan warrior with two swords at his hip. He looked to be directing the group when it came to settling the Twins, Joyeuse even heard someone call him "Ser Arthur".

Making their way to the throne room her husband had controlled for the past nearly 70 years Joyeuse saw nearly all the Frey son's and grandsons kneeling chained up against the wall while her husband was sprawled out on the ground clearly in pain.

"Ah I see how you treat an old man, the rumors are true there is nothing but savages to the north of us." Walder spat at the man sitting in his throne. The king did not look insulted by the comment, rather he talking with a little girl sitting on his lap. Looking into her eyes and loss of color her blindness was clear.

Their conquers looked up at the throne with great admiration while the conquered looked up in fear or anger.

"Father says a card cheat in Wolf Haven has more honor than a Frey. I honestly think that is an insult on the card cheat comparing him to your family." A little girl of no more than 11 said. A large dothraki standing next to what looked like his wife just laughed while the king who was laughing at a joke by his 10 year old daughter looked up and glared at her. The 11 year old who was standing before all of court shrunk inside her skin.

"Did you receive permission to speak before court Domina? Apparently the belt is not getting through to you so I guess I must take away your combat training as punishment. Lord Poole you are to stop training her immediately until I tell you she has served her punishment."

The girl much to the amusement of the conquerors turned into dread as she started to apologize before all of court.

"Fine but you are not a mere child anymore Domina, your punishments will start matching your offenses. You carry royal blood, we do not have the room for games in court. Now help your sister down the steps so we can leave this fucking place already."

Domina obeyed instantly grabbing her sister's hand and helping her down the steps. Once Abbi was next to her sister Josie the former lord of the crossing was thrown before the throne into kneeling position.

"Heh, you think you have us beat pup. Soon you will be kneeling before me begging for mercy." Lord Walder roared spitting as he spoke. Torrhen simply smiled and wave his hand towards the side entrance. Out from the side came a large dothraki teen holding two heads and Maege Mormont holding two helds as well.

"May I present to you accompanied by Lord Karlo Sandsteed, Ser Stafford Lannister and Lord Weyland Erenford. With Lady Maege Mormont we have Ser Emmon Frey husband of Lady Genna Lannister and finally Ser Andrey Charlton. We would present the rest of the bodies but the corpses are probably already being burnt."

Joyeuse stared at the head of her father who planned to the lead the southern assault with Ser Stafford in horror. She fell to the ground and started cried.

"Ah what is this your 8th Lady of the Crossing you old fuck? You must be Lady Joyeuse Erenfold. I would say it was a pleasure to meet you but I am guessing it only goes one way."

Laughs now rippled through the hall.

"I demand a trial by combat pup, heh you and your northern honor must give it to me." The 90 year old man below the seat said.

"Just like you would give me and my men a trial by combat after you slaughtered my whole family and children. No Walder you do not deserve the honor of a trial by combat. Prepare the gallows for all those that planned this attack Addrivo."

Roslin hearing this ran forward with tears running down her face and threw herself at the feet of King Torrhen. She pissed herself hearing the growl of Artos who sat to his right with still fresh blood but remained in place.

"Please King Torrhen do not punish my brother Perwyn. I will take his place in the rope but my brother was innocent. He did not want to even follow our cousins so they threw him in the cells." She now was kissing his boots never raising her head.

"Was Perwyn found in the cells Lord Cerwyn?"

His old mentor and lord to the south of Winterfell stepped forward nodding.

"After we conquered the castle across the river and crossed the bridge my men inspected the cells and found him and his brothers Willamen and Olyvar locked up. They plead their innocence upon releasal but we still chained them up just incase they were not in their for being to drunk."

Torrhen now threw his head back and laughed shocking his captives.

"Uncle Eddard threw me more than once in the cells in that state. Apparently when I drink I like to fight any man near me and fuck any beautiful maiden around."

Maege now stepped forward. "So I take it take out the kegs Your Grace and bring this lovely Frey up to your room? You know they now call you Torrhen the Conquer and even renamed the years TC starting this cycle."

Torrhen now stood from his throne laughing looking down at the woman still on her knees and at all the captives that were deemed innocent.

"Perwyn, you still have 14 cousin that may get off on charges mainly these lovely ladies sharing your blood. It will not be said King Torrhen slaughter women and children. This is Addrivo of House Addrivo and his heir Drogo Addrivo, House Frey will be given the old keep of House Erenford and you will become a minor house to Addrivo. Is this understood?" Perwyn fell to his knees and nodded.

Roslin hearing her brother's acceptance was shocked to see the king's hand extend to her to help her off the ground. Taking the hand she rose and stared up at the king scared.

"Your sister will become the servant to my wife and if any member of House Frey ever gets the strange idea to rebel against House Stark I will slaughter all the men of your house and send out the women to become servants to nobles. We also know how some nobles treat their servants. Am I clear?" He growled now grabbing the hand of Roslin and escorting her down the steps, the message to Perwyn was quite clear.

"Yes Your Grace, House Frey will forever be the servants of House Addrivo of the Twins and House Stark of Harrenhal." The man pledged and with a nod Addrivo ascended the steps yelling out orders to his men to get the Twins back in order.

Still gently holding Roslin's hand gently he walked towards the exit stopping before Joyeuse and Cersei. Cersei seeing Artos approach cowered behind Joyeuse.

"Do not be scared little one, he is a mighty beast but he only attacks those who seek me and my family harm. What is your name?" Finally releasing the hand of Roslin he knelt down to her level and heard Josie and Domina approaching arguing about the best weapon.

"Cersei Frey, daughter of Ser Raymund Frey. This is my sister Serra and my other sister Sarra. They are twins Your Grace." She pointed to two pimply 15 year old twins who looked terrified. He simply smiled at her.

"You know I have a sister named Sarra and funny enough she is a twin as well. My other sister is named Lyarra though but you love your sisters very much I imagine. How would you like to help them out and all three of you get to leave the Twins and Riverlands?"

Cersei looked up at her mother Beony Beesbury who nodded quickly.

"Dacey I want you to get a new carriage for Lady Beony and her children. Her cousins will be able to join the Ice Warriors if they are strong enough and her daughters will be able to flee the memory of the Riverlands. I know I saw a couple men bearing the Beesbury sigil in the prisoners lineup."

"You are too kind Your Grace but what do you require in return?" She asked holding the shoulders of her young children Tywin and Jaime.

"Ah you see we can help each other out Lady Beony. Your daughter here will become friends with my daughter Domina here since she needs some other influences besides warriors. Serra and Sarra will go to Ghaston Grey and become Lady in Wait for my sister Lynda who is currently running the prison. You my dear though will help me most of all." He now offered his elbow which she hesitantly took and the five of her children and Roslin followed him out to the bailey away from the screams of Lord Walder Frey being dragged away.

"Your family is just up the Honeywine River just between Oldstown and Brightwater Keep. You are going to convince your father Lord Warryn Beesbury that Honeyholt will look better with a direwolf banner rather than the stag. In return your husband gets sent to the Wall rather than the block even though he was the main commander behind my family's death and your whole family earns the name Beesbury."

"My father will never listen to me when it comes to surrendering the castle. He…"

"Sold you to Walder Frey for what 1,000 dragons? I joke about selling my daughter Domina for 900 to rile her up but would never do it. Now if your father was so inclined to deny me your former home by force I may need a new more loyal lord of Honeyholt, how about one named Tywin?"

Beony now stopped in her tracks and looking down at her 8 year old son.

"Also once I control Oldstown I could convince the maesters to give your son Robert a easier path to more chains gaining more respect, I mean two chains after all the work he has done. Not to mention your second oldest Malwyn who is what still an apprentice of alchemy in Lys? I happen to know a few masters of alchemy who work directly with Archon Horo who could be convinced to take him on as their apprentice."

"How do you know all this about my family? My son only just sent me a missive last moon about having trouble finding a master alchemist to serve."

Torrhen only laughed and almost dragged her along back towards a carriage Arthur was directing his men to clean up the bodies.

"Close your eyes children and grab your mother's hand." He said softly to the three small children as from behind him with Obara protecting them Domina walked out with Josie, attached to her hand Abbi followed. They nodded and obeyed.

"It is my business to know my enemy, just like I know it was Lord Bolton that looked to clean up the pieces taking Winterfell for his own. But that is now in the past and Roose is now in chains. I know you hated your good father Walder, especially since there was no upward movement on your family. That can change if you accept my friendship."

Beony now looked down at her children and nodded.

"I agree with your terms. Little Bee I want you to get to know Domina over there, she is going to become your friend." She pointed to the girl with the plain face and long black hair now striking a straw dummy with her sword. Cersei looked over and gulped before nodding and walking over.

"Now let us go to the carriage and wait."

They sat there for an hour while Addrivo got his new house in order and the Bolton captains were marched by in chains. Domeric being Torrhen's cousin and loyal commander had earned the right to ride his horse back and explain if he had any part in while his father rode the prison transport north.

Soon Sarra was ready and all the Ice Warriors under the command of her betrothed Daario were lined up ready to march. Then they marched north.

The trip took two days and the complaining of the pregnant Talla could be heard calling for her husband every second and Beony and her children were relieved to be free of the Twins and the memories that lingered there.

As the sun was lowering on the second day Little Bee riding behind the saddle of Domina opened her mouth in awe seeing the large Winter's Town coming up. Torrhen's Hol where they stayed the night prior impressed her but seeing the massive old castle at the end of the street she pestered Domina with non stop questions.

As Torrhen walked the streets of Winter's Town the guards walking with their Stark shields took out their blades and hit the blades on the steel shield in unison. All looked up in shock as Winterfell came into view and on top of the broken tower perched was a creature they only heard about from the stories as kids. The black dragon Torrgon let out a mighty roar that shook the ground. The roar was joined by two other dragons and soon the howls of Artos, Dawn, Nymeria, Princess, and Kern.

The large gate opened up and standing in the bailey in a gorgeous silver dress with her hair braided back was Rhaenys holding her twins Rhaella and Lyanna. Bennard seeing his mother rode his pony faster but soon got off his horse and ran as fast as his little legs would take him into her arms. Rodwell and Drogo tried to keep up.

Torrhen smiling dismounted his horse and first past his wife Lyra for which he gave a kiss and hug to his sons Joer and Torrhen. Then Val who he also gave a kiss to and on her stomach. Then came Alerie who stood in her beautiful red dress and after kissing her he gave his 5 year daughter Aurora a sloppy kiss on her cheek causing her to laugh.

Finally he came to the love of his life just between Ser Ryon Boldfox, Sylvia, and her uncle Ser Arthur. The one that confused him though was a strange beautiful woman who had violent beautiful red hair. Soon his thoughts were lost as Rhaenys who handed her children off pounced on her husband's lips melting into them.

Breaking away the widest smile crossed his face.

"I have missed you so much love and was so worried about you when you wrote of the ritual. From the guest on the towers I am guessing it worked. Now let me see my children."

He was handed his three new children who looked ready for their naps. They kept saying "dada" having seen his portrait and tugged on his beard which caused a smile to cross his lips once more. The sound of footsteps distracted his attention right seeing his Uncle Rodwell walk up with Ice on his hip. He took a knee to his nephew while Rhae looked towards young Roslin Frey as if she was prey for the mighty dragon, Roslin tried to stand strong but seeing the purple eye upon her she was quickly failing.

"I Rodwell Stark hereby pass back Winterfell and Ice back to it's proper lord and master, King Torrhen Stark the second of his name."

Torrhen approached taking the sword offered to him.

"I King Torrhen the second of my name hereby accept Winterfell. Now rise, Arthur get your ass over here." He boomed and both him and Talla walked up with his good mother and mother. Arya kept squirming in her mother's arms while Randyll squirmed in his grandmother's arms.

"Come we must go to the heart tree. I can no longer be the master of both Harrenhal and Winterfell." He said walking towards the forest. All the nobles soon followed. Soon standing before the water Torrhen and Rhaenys stood their and a crone had two crowns in her hand. The large crown made of iron like the kings of old showed a dragon on one side and the wolf on the other. In her other hand was a similar smaller crown but this had a few more jewels from her grandmother's crown.

They knelt before the crone and closed their eyes feeling the acceptance of the gods around them.

"Do you King Torrhen Stark the second of his name and Queen Rhaenys Stark promise to protect the people that serve you no matter the cost? To keep the starving fed, the homeless sheltered, the injured healed? Do you accept these vows before the true gods of old?" The crone asked.

"I accept these vows before the gods of old." Both said in the old tongue and the crowns were laid upon their heads.

"I present to you the King and Queen of the nine kingdoms, King Torrhen and Queen Rhaenys Stark. Long may they reign."

They rose as the people started to chant long may they reign. Tyrion who sat in the crowd was about ready to admit defeat and pledge himself upon seeing the three dragons fly in. Val for her part who had wanted to fight the rule of her husband looked around at some of the wildlings raised up and saw they as well accept the vow before the gods and joined in on the chant. Morna with her mask on chanting was the one who surprised her.

"Lord Arthur and Lady Talla present yourself." He boomed and from the crowd Arthur approached holding his wife's hand. Both mothers in the crowd had tears running down their face wishing their husbands could see this moment.

"Kneel before you king and queen." Rhaenys commanded and they obeyed.

"Do you promise to protect the north from all enemies whether they be internal or external? To remember that winter will always come and be prepared to protect our homelands from the unknown winter brings? Do you accept your vows to protect the people smallfolk and nobles alike of the north?"

"I accept the vows." Both replied and Torrhen held out Ice.

"Rise and accept Ice, along with it the title of Warden and Wardness of the North."

They obeyed and Arthur grabbed the sword and holding it for the first time in his life it just felt right. He gave his wife a kiss on the lips and turned the crowd raising Ice high in the air causing them to cheer.

"I may have passed Ice to my cousin here but I will try to the the king of winter you need to lead you against the undead to the north. These southern cunts think that the wolf is the only thing that lingers in the winter woods. Together we will conquer the south and protect them at the same time. Who is with me." Torrhen roared causing all to cheer loud. With a nod he grabbed Rhae's hand and walked with her away from the tree. They chanted for their king and queen as they departed.

(Perspective Change)

The change of power had been expected but still strange. No longer was her brother the Warden of the North and no longer was her sister full of life. The chains rattled to her left as the hollow shell of Lyarra marched with her up the stairs. Cregan walked on the otherside of his cousin as they approached the solar. Vayon Poole stood outside the door and opened it for them as they approached.

Walking in they saw Arthur looking through some reports with Talla while Melissa played with her grandchild. In fact Ashara was there as well and little Randyll and Arya were playing with wood wolves together.

"Mother can you take Melissa and the children out to lay down. We have some things to discuss." Arthur asked looking at his mom. She simply nodded almost offended at not being involved but accepted her son's request and soon her and Melissa were carrying the babies out.

"I do not know how Torrhen does this, I have to determine how much grains goes to storage and how much goes to the people but no answer seems right. Oh Tormund can you please unchain Lyarra, I think she will be fine for right now."

Tormund with his niece nodded and took of the chains and they all sat down.

"Where is Jon? I expected him to be here." Sarra asked gently grabbing her sister's hand but received no squeeze back. The moon or so of captivity had done a number on her figure since most days she refused to eat.

"He is just to the east getting somethings settled with the wildlings. Apparently some in the settlement upon hearing Ygritte was declared Lady Targaryen they wanted to pledge their blade to serve the dragon. Apparently some wildling loyalty thing. But Torrhen should be here any minute, he had a strategy meeting with Seryna and Rhae apparently." Arthur said shrugging his shoulders not sure what they had to discuss. The laugh surprised everyone especially since who it came from. Lyarra let out a low chuckle.

"You are naive sometimes Arty, I imagine my brother is trying to make me and aunt once more with either Seryna or my good sister. I take it her and Torr became lovers."

Their question was answered when the door was opened and Asheffi walked in with Sylvia by her side. Standing to the side they allowed Torr and Rhae in.

"Actually it seems Rhae has joined making it an orgy. Actually she even has her eyes set on the Roslin girl from the Twins. I have created a monster."

Rhae laughed and kissed her husband sitting beside Birlis introducing herself.

"Now Lyarra what is this you turned into a coward." The fun expression on Torrhen's face quickly disappeared and turned to one of anger. She simply put her head down ignoring him. She was picked up by her collar and slammed against the wall.

"Since when did House Stark breed cowards? You want to kill yourself so bad I will allow it though."

This shocked the group as he let her go and she slumped to the ground with a sad smile on her face.

"Sarra I want you to take her to the crypt and hand her father's blade that he died for trying to reach. Our grandfather was burning alive and he was choking to death but he still fought to the end but Lyarra wants to kill herself. Also make sure she stares at the statue of Rodwell who died in battle protecting his wife and children so he can know from where ever he is that his fight was for naught because Lyarra wants the undead to roam the north slaughtering his wife and children."

Lyarra with tears now in her eyes now crawled towards her brother looking utterly miserable.

"But Torr they killed Jory and Lola, I had to kill them with my own blade. You must understand…"

She was soon absorbed into a hug by Torr and she cried more as he gently patted her head.

"You are a Stark and we are the protectors of Westeros. If you want to die leading armies against them then I am all for that but you Lyarra Stark are the strongest most stubborn cunt the north has ever produced. Make them realize they fucked up."

Laughter now echoed off his shoulder.

"I am not a cunt Torrhen."

"I beg to disagree sister, I planned to be waist deep into the cunt of everyone of my wives by now. Sure Val is pregnant but Rhae and Alerie would just shine with another pup in them."

"Please no more until after the war brother and I promise to go out in a spectacular fashion killing the undead. It even took me a few seconds to remember Domina's name when I saw her."

She pulled away from the hug and kissed his bearded cheek.

"Plus now that Sarra is heavy with child I do not need another niece or nephew to try and spoil, my allowance is only so high."

Sarra now happy swarmed her sister into a tight hug. Their Uncle Rodwell sat in the corner sat their relieved he would not have to attend another pyre for a family member.

"Now what is this I hear of you wanting to travel back with uncle and take your vows?" Torrhen now turned to Cregan who nodded.

"You and your captains have trained me as well as I can be trained, I need to become a ranger and find out what happen to my father Torrhen. If he is dead I will accept it but I must know. Please do not try and stop me."

Torrhen now stood to his full height and slapped his cousin's shoulder.

"I would never stop a Stark from wanting to serve on the Wall. Just think before you act Cregan. Oh and when you see my brother Rickard tell him he still owes me 100 dragons. I will hunt him down on the wall and collect if I must."

It was Rodwell who did the mocking laugh now.

"Like you are ever going to get a single dragon. My nephew is one of the most frugal bastards I know, that is probably why the western towers still have coins in their war chest though." Rodwell now thought back.

Soon the candle wax was almost out and Arthur yelled for everyone to get out of his solar so he could work.

That night Sarra hugged the bare chest of her betrothed but it was the slim hand of her sister hugging her waist like a scare child that gave her a smile. She finally had her sister back.

A/N

So the family is back togethers, the Freys payed for their ambition, the dragons are not properly in the North. I do not think they will be involved in very many battles south of the neck but will make a few important appearences.

With Dorne Arianne is the new princess so Doran has some supporters still and the lords are dragging their feet. A new ruler causes a wave of change and sometimes it takes time to adjust. Also yes Prince Mors put a death sentence on House Wells to make a statement.

They ship the nobles to Tor (which is on the coast of Dorne near Ghaston) the way prisoners are sent to instill fear in them and like Alyce get them to kneel before Stark. The families themselves living in the Arbor are integrated.

Well I sure hope you enjoyed this chapter and please leave a review, message, comment and so forth. I love honest feedback but blantat flames will be ignored since I only write to help with my anxiety, please write tactfully and I will adjust accordinly.

Thank you.

OCs

Ser Horace Cuy

Twin to Gwyn and heir to Cuy

35 by 301

Ser Duncan Cuy

Youngest child of Lord Branston Cuy

24 by 301

Lady Aymee Cuy

Mother of Gywn Cuy and wife of Branston

Lady Allyson Norcross

Only daughter of Renly Norcross

Lord Mace Redding

Lord of Redding

Mansy Oakheart

Ser Duncan's wife and eldest daughter of Lord oakheart

Bran Cuy

Only child of Duncan and Mansy

Lady Alyce Graceford

Lady of Holyhall in the Reach

Only child of the lord so became lady

Husband Petyr a knight from the Vale commanded troups in Hornhilll

Lord Franklyn Fowler (Canon)

Lord of House Fowler just south of hte Red Mountains

Lady Jeyn and Jennelyn Fowler (Canon)

His twin daughters

Ser Dameon Velayron

Heir and eldest son of Lord Monford of Driftwood in the Crownlands

Ser Laenor Velayron

Youngest and last son of Monford

Sylva Santagar (Canon)

Daughter of Lord Santagar in the Dorne

Barbery Sand

Daughter between Torrhen and the whore to be adopted by Arianne

Mother was the assassin who killed Arianne

Rakharo (Canon)

One of Drogo's bloodriders in the books

Torrhen Sand

Oberyn and Ellaria's 9th child

Oberyn finally had that boy

All Freys are canon

Only Beony Beesbury and her daughter Little Bee will be worth remembering, that and Roslin